Poets twist, flip, and stretch words

Into an airy jumbled kind of order

Writing with exquisitely fine care

Love in all zillion brilliant colors

Bringing life to big splashes seen

Hate shown in some deviled words

Oozing, drying, dying, real blood-spill

Arranging letters, phrases, sounds

To flow like ancient fine wines

Scrumptious laid in clear outlines

Feast for all hungry searching souls

Starving for any old spirit's lifeline

Giving a little delicate morsel of

Help for loved, lost, ripped and torn

Wringing out kinda new thoughts

From nothing as it seems to some

A mortal mind's stir of hazed ideas

Attempting match of a holy's divine

Wishing a part of life to live forever

Thought of in worlds not thine own

However, all must truly truly know

The secret of a dead poet's words

Is a twisting of a simple mind into

Strange or loose shapes and forms

Leaving space for a bigger space

To hold a guiding little white light

Gift of clearing sight for the blind

©  2017 Jim Davis